Royally disastrous...
Audrey-Rose is strong headed, confident and adventurous. Everything a Duke could ever need in a woman. Especially when he needs a partner in crime.
Whilst being a chambermaid in an Edwardian hotel, Audrey Rose encounters a lot...
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My heart was pounding.
I saw the way that Jared's eyes lit up when Jeremy gave him that dreaded, evil nod. I had a lump in my throat and I could feel my palms getting very clammy as I was struggling to think straight. I wanted to run, but that would be a death wish in itself. I could feel Jared's heavy breath on the side of my face, reminding me each second of his uncomfortable closeness to me. Jeremy was still a couple steps away from me, but I swear I felt his presence as strongly as Jared's, with his who persona dominating the room right now. His bright hair seemed to radiate the light, making everyone focus on him, as if he was the centrepiece on a decadent mantle.
I gulped down my fear and disgust, shutting my eyes to try and drown out all of the trepidation. I wanted to think of something, anything, that I could do other than rely on the others to get me out of this. If any of them moved an inch, I knew I would be dead.
I opened my eyes reluctantly, as I saw Zachery staring at me, sadness washed over his face with regret in his eyes. I knew he never wanted this to happen, neither of us did. We thought we could handle this, and we never imagined this would escalate to such a ridiculous magnitude.
It's lucky for us, however, that Zachery and I are both one and the same. We were both ambitious, fearless in our own rights, and we both had the same love for winding the other up. The most important of our similarities, however, was in the way that we both know how to make the best out of a bad situation.
As Jeremy and Jared were at their peak of smugness, Zachery and I both looked around at the others sternly, before locking eyes with each other and giving each other a look which spoke louder than anything else in the room. His deep blue eyes were dazzling in the dull light, with his long black lashes making shadows dance along underneath his eyes. He still looked flawless, and here I was, ball gown ripped, blood spattered all over me and a purple and red face. But still, he looked at me with the same loving and fierce expression that he wore so beautifully.
We may not have planned for this specifically, but one of those glorious evenings we had spent tucked up in my room with the fire and wine, talking about our 'plan' - we decided we needed a plan B. A back up as such when there was no other option available. We didn't know when we would need to use it, but we highly anticipated something may eventually happen where we would have to.
It was a smart move on our part, or maybe madness, considering it was produced from our wine fuelled theories.
